This is a drabble of my impression of the 'Mother of all'.
There are 100 words.
Please review.
Come to me.
Here I am.
Here comes mother.
I'm here my little ones.
I can see you, I know who and where you are.
I'm back now.
I have ideas.
Ideas that will work.
Ideas that will rid us of those pitiful humans once and for all.
They hunt us.
They kill us.
But they have underestimated us.
For we are strong.
We are powerful.
And we won't let them continue to hurt us.
For I am back.
And I am mad.
And I am never going back to Purgatory.
We have work to do.
So come to me.